"An automobile," returned Mr. Black, turning to wink comically at Bettie.
"An automobile!" echoed Mrs. Crane. "I'd like to know whose. There's only one in town and I don't know the owners."
"Yours," twinkled Mr. Black. "It's your birthday present."
"How did you know that this was the day?"
"Perhaps I remembered," said Mr. Black, smiling rather tenderly at his old sister. "You used to have them on this day."
"I do still," beamed Mrs. Crane. "That's why I invited the girls; they're my birthday party. But what's this about automobiles?"
"Only one. It's yours."
"Peter Black! I don't believe you."
"Look out the hall window."